Summer Season

Sun is shining, I don't care
Shoulders, legs out everywhere
Sky so empty, sky so blue
Snap, that's how I feel too
In case I never made it home
I used to carry a small comb
A folding toothbrush, pair of shades
On my old weekly escapades

The body breaks, it disobeys
Betrays its woes and weakness
The spirit wanes, the verve decays
That's what I tell myself

I got your email, hope all's well
So glad you rang that silent bell
Two ticks, you've got my message
Be good to see you now
It's summer season in the city
And everyone's so fucking pretty
And I drink on my own
If you want me, you can get me on the phone

Hello, sorry, I can't take your call
I'm either busy or asleep, leave a message

And I don't think I've changed
But I just can't find the will
I disappear but I'm happy here
I'm thinking I'm fulfilled

I saw your post, you're looking well
We're overdue a catch-up
The quiet night, a happy hell
That's where I find myself

I got your email, hope all's well
So glad you rang that silent bell
Two ticks, you've got my message
Be good to see you
But it's summer season in the city
And everyone's so fucking pretty
And I drink on my own
If you want me, you can get me on the phone

Sun is shining, let's pretend
My lockdown didn't end
I'm cordial, not keen, unseen
In this summer season in the city (summer season)
Where everyone's so fucking pretty (in the city)
And I drink on my own
If you need me, you can find me on the phone